We take the love we think that we deserve.
But why? They ask. Hushed tones behind closed doors.
Why does she stay? Does she not have the nerve
To leave? They ask, and condemnation pours.
They judge, but never try to understand.
Short observations tell them all they need
To judge you, judge us. Scared, I take your hand.
From this love, I don’t want to be freed.
I never thought you perfect, but you’re mine.
And I’m not scared that you will run away.
You love me sometimes, and for me that’s fine.
Despite the things that other people say.
They’re blind with hate. The thing they cannot see,
It is not you that they should hate, but me.
Pooky's Poems 
From you first line I thought oh I think I know where this is going. Domestic violence in whatever form it comes is despicable. Whether it is the male or female as the perpetrator it is a hell for the victim. I think it is sad that so often the victim is made to feel the one responsible, when life really should be simpler if we each took responsibility for our respective actions. But humans don’t behave that way, its always someone elses fault. Another good poem Pooky dealing with very difficult issues for so many people, me having been one.
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“From you first line I thought oh I think I know where this is going.”
I didn’t!
I’m sorry to hear you could personally identify with this poem. I’m not sure if it’s something you have ever written about but if it is, please point me there. We rarely explore this from a male’s perspective which is a mistake. x
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Reblogged this on writhewriter and commented:
Takes guts to say it out. We al ash the questions
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Such a disturbing poem. Something you must come across a lot in your line of work. So well expressed. It’s like you are in someone else’s head.
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thank you. I do come across it a lot sadly. I also seem to find it almost too easy to enter others’ heads which is helpful for empathising but leaves me needing hugs if I’ve had a heavy day at work.
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I don’t know how you do it other than unburdening yourself with poetry.
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The poetry really helps! Also, I get a lot of lovely feedback about young people who’ve been helped because of stuff that people have learned from me which makes it all worth while.
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On a different note – are you taking part in this? http://en.blog.wordpress.com/2014/04/01/napowrimo-2014/#like-25756
. . . to wrote a poem a day for the month of April, which of course you are already doing.
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Yes! Thank you – I got it pointed out to me just in time so I’m joining in. And tomorrow is day 200 for me which feels somehow momentous!
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Good luck!
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thank you
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So easy to pass judgement, without understanding…
A very unsettling poem in the sense of bringing a realisation of what we need to understand.
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so easy indeed. and people do, every day.
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There is healing in writing of pain. Also, in speaking out against cruelty. Well done.
http://mymuskoka.blogspot.ca/2014/04/napowrimo-2014-day-1.html
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thank you – the darker poems do tend to get people thinking and even talking sometimes… I love your cookie poem. Not sure if my comment has worked? x
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Pooky I’ve been catching up on the poems I missed, but I have to stop for now. This one cuts to the bone.
My mother battered my sister and I all our childhood; when we left home she used words instead of belts, fists and flames. All we ever wanted was her love. It took her death to free us.
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It is beyond me how any mother can ever do this to her own child. Utterly beyond me.
Did anybody know?
I’m sorry. I wish I could take even an ounce of that pain away.
Love you xx
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